I felt tears in my eyes, I wasn’t the only one because I looked around and saw it. As my people went back to work, I gazed across at Rage MC, Chance was standing there, ass to bike watching me. He gave a slow nod and then walked to the clubhouse. I knew he’d waited and watched the whole time I had.
Chapter Three.
At five o’clock people started clocking off, not much had been accomplished today as everyone was still settling in. Tomorrow my people would kick ass at what they did. Half an hour later, I put the emergency phone in my bag as I’d agreed to take the phone for the first week.
I did a walk round and checked everything was locked that needed to be and nodded at our night security guards. The guards were new but looked capable. The night receptionist was on duty, whistling away to herself. Carole had moved to Rapid City too, she was working hard on things the day girl had left.
HQ always kept two skeleton night teams. Each shift consisted of two general S.Ms, two legal advisors, five investigation, five property and twenty admin staff. One team started at five when day staff were leaving and left at two am. A second team came in at eleven pm and worked till eight am when the day staff took over.
I spoke to the five o’clock team for a while and checked if anyone needed anything, introduced security and showed everyone around. HQ kept a night team because of different time zones across the country. The Directors and I carried the emergency phone on rotation. If someone couldn’t get the office or the office couldn’t handle it, the phone was used.
I walked across to Rage MC and saw the garage bay doors were closed and the office lights were dark. Surprised, I checked my watch and was shocked to realise it was half past seven. Wondering where time had gone, I saw Bears bike and strolled over, smiling I ran my fingers across it and then spied Chance’s.
I walked over and wrapped around the handlebars was the silver pendant I’d given him of the patron saint of bikers, St. Columbanus. With a smile, I reached a finger out and touched the pendant that kept Chance safe.
“Hey bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” A voice screeched, making me jump.
I looked up as the skank of the year with two skank sisters, stormed across the forecourt. Short skirts, barely covering their lady bits, teased out hair that looked messed up, low cut tops just keeping their boobs inside and high heels. The three witches marched towards me, I rolled my eyes and walked over to them.
“I’m looking for Hellfire. I’m guessing they’re inside the clubhouse.”
“Hellfire don’t want no uppity bitch, get lost.” Skank one said, she could have been attractive except for the war paint. I looked at myself, in comparison, I was wearing a pearl silk blouse and a nude pencil skirt. A Gucci handbag over my shoulder, I wore Jimmy Choo’s on my feet. My hair was still in its French plait from this morning. Guess I did look uppity.
“Think you’ll find messing with me is a mistake, I’m Hellfire.” To get my point across, I gave her a grim smile. Eyes narrowed in my direction and she got in my face.
“Hellfire don’t want the likes of you, they need real women.” I got straight back in her face. That was the one thing I’d learned well at Hellfire, don’t back away from skanks. I was a member of an MC, not a biker bunny. Be proud and loud, Chance often told me.
“Told you once, I’ll be nice and tell you again. I’m Hellfire, get out of my way or I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” The tone in my voice warned her not to mess with me. With a lip curl, she returned my glare.
“Think you can take me bitch?” Skank of the year sneered.
“I don’t think, I know, but I warned you twice, what happens next is on you.” I replied and turned on my heel. The skanks sneered and gloated as I walked away and pulled my phone out. I sent Chance and Bear a text and perched on Chance’s bike. Tonight wasn’t the night for a fight, no matter how tempting.
Skank of the year screeched and back she came. The idiotic woman reached for me and pushed hard, rocking Chance’s bike underneath me. Oh, she didn’t! Annoyed, I took a step forward and shoved with both hands. As she stumbled back three steps, I glared at her.
“Don’t ever touch me again or I’ll break every single bone in your hand. If I’d fallen, Chance’s bike would’ve gone over too. Think I’m trouble? Chance will rip your tiny little skank head off your shoulders.” I told her, furious. A brother’s bike was sacred, the skank had crossed the line. She glared at me and I angrily regarded her.
Foul mouthed, cursing up a storm, she aimed a slap at my face and I caught her wrist in mid-air and twisted hard. As she shrieked, I twisted with her, taking her arm up her back. I kicked the back of her knees and she fell to the ground, out of the corner of my eye. I saw the other two heading towards us. Skank of the year was making threats when legs strode past her and arms swept me up.
I giggled, letting go of the stupid bitch and threw my arms around Tiny who grabbed me tight. Tiny landed a smacking kiss on my cheek and put me back on my feet for Chatter to grab me next. Chatter, terribly named because the man wasn’t a chatterbox by anyone’s imagination, dropped a kiss on my forehead and then Bear was there.
“What the fuck? That uppity bitch was touching ya bikes. The bitch fucking hit me!” Skanky skank, a good moniker to rename her, snapped. Skank of the year was a mouthful.
“Bitch put hands on Phoe!” Tiny rumbled aiming a death stare at her. Darth Vader eat your heart out!
“Whore touched Hellfire.” Chatter rumbled.
“Baby girl.” Bear rumbled. I looked into the big man’s eyes and raised my arms. Bear threw his head back and laughed.
Bear bent low and swept me up, one hand at my knees and one around my back. I snuggled into his neck, wrapped my arms around him and sighed, home. The skanks cautiously stepped back.
Chance arrived and put his hand on skanky skank and shoved her hard. She stumbled back on her stripper heels and nearly hit her knees a second time. A position I bet she was familiar with. Inner bitch time!
“Fuckin’ shove Hellfire?” Chance snapped. I glanced over at him and saw his handsome face set in the ‘I’m pissed’ expression.
“Didn’t know that bitch belonged to Hellfire.” Skanky skank snapped back and his eyes narrowed.
“Lying skank,” I said loudly, singing her death warrant. “Said I was Hellfire. Couldn’t have been any clearer.” The woman’s eyes narrowed on me and she turned puce.
“Think I made it plain in there, I’d a woman arrivin’ and you fuckin’ put a hand to Hellfire.” Chance got in her face and I lifted my head from where I’d tucked into Bear’s throat. Bear tilted his gaze at me and I shook my head. Bear grinned.
“Why the fuck would we think you’d a high-class bitch arriving. We were expecting…” Skanky skank broke off and swept her hand at her body thrusting out a hip. I choked back a laugh at the disgust on Chance’s face.
“Not every man likes sticking his dick in a bucket. Your pussy is so well used it screams for fuckin’ mercy.” Chance snapped back, I winced as Bear chuckled. Wowzer! Ouch! Chance went for the jugular.
“I protected your bike from an uppity bitch. Look at her, that’s hardly the woman for Hellfire.” Hey now! Skanky skank proved she’d no brain and kept pushing. Judgemental cow!
“Should I tell her I love bondage?” I whispered to Bear who choked and then chuckled. Bear squeezed me and I winced, the man didn’t realise his own strength.
“She’s not enough for Hellfire? Who the fuck are you to say what Hellfire wants?” Diesel rumbled, arriving on the scene and the vibes moved from bad to deadly. Skanky skank suddenly realised Hellfire surrounded me. Hellfire was holding me and they didn’t take her back, neither did Rage, who watched the drama.
“Phoenix is Hellfire.” Chance snapped. “Get the fuck out of my sight before I do something, whore. Don’t come to the clubhouse while Hellfire’s here or I’ll put you out with the trash.” Chance threatened, his anger tangible.
“Let go Bearbear.” I whispered.
He put me on my feet and I walked over to Chance.
Chance glowered at me from his great height, I stared up at him and lifted my arms to him. Chance didn’t scare me. He glared a bit more, so I pouted until finally, he picked me up and I rubbed my head against his chest. Through our body contact I realised that Chance wasn’t angry, he’d bypassed that to furious. I understood why. He’d told me I’d be safe, and a skank touched me on his watch. That just didn’t happen.
“Chill, honey.” I whispered.
“No one touches Hellfire, what the fuck Drake? Is Hellfire no longer welcome on Rage? Hands being raised to Hellfire doesn’t sit well brother.” Chance shot a glare over my shoulder at someone out of my line of sight.
“Misty is Misty, the bitch is dealt with, now can we move this fuckin’ drama inside the clubhouse? Don’t bullshit me Chance, you know you’re family.” A voice snarled back. I didn’t appreciate the tone in that voice.
“Not sure I wanna go inside Chance.” I said, feeling uncomfortable and unwelcome. Chance stopped glowering and looked at me in stunned surprise.
“Think I’d let anythin’ touch you?”
“Well no.” I admitted that I didn’t doubt. Even though skanky skank, otherwise known as Misty, had laid hands on me.
“Then we goin’ inside.” Chance snarled and carried me away. Once inside the clubhouse, I didn’t have time to look around, because Pyro swept me up for a hug and kiss. Levi, Shotgun, Rooster, Banshee and finally Celt swiftly followed Pyro. I was hugged, kissed, squeezed, and passed around. Levi ended up pulling me on his lap as he ordered a Rage prospect to get me a diet coke.
I looked for Chance and found him at the clubhouse bar. Chance had a foot on a bronze rail that ran around the bar where another prospect was serving. The guy he was with leaned over and said something and Chance’s eyes flicked to me. I smiled and then looked at the guy with him.
“Holy shit, when did Chance get a twin? Why didn’t he tell me?” I burst out staring at the hotness of the two guys. It was off the charts! Levi gave a chuckle as my eyes flicked between the two men.
“No seriously, you’re in trouble, mister. Three years!” I said pointing my finger at Chance, who dropped his head, something I’d learnt he did when he was amused. Chance’s twin stared at me with a blank face and I noticed his eyes were different to Chance’s, a soft chocolate brown. I flipped my head between the two of them.
“They’re cousins, their fathers were brothers.” Levi said grinning.
“It’s illegal.” I snapped. “Two men shouldn’t be allowed to look that hot!” I heard Chance’s chuckle from where I was sitting but his cousin didn’t appear amused. I turned away, not liking him much and asked Levi about the girl he’d been seeing. Turned out, Levi wasn’t seeing her anymore, as she thought she could lead him around by his dick. Ten minutes later my ass was shifted into Chatters lap.
This was old hat, Chatter liked to hold me, to see I was safe. He did the same with Tatiana, Big Al’s old lady. Years ago, Chatter had nasty shit go down, I’ve never asked what. Just realised Chatter sometimes needed to hold a woman. Someone he cared for. Chatter felt deep for Tatiana and me. Chatter was never threatening, we sat in silence and that was it. It was soothing and caring and yet again, home.
Ten minutes later, I was unceremoniously picked up and dumped in Banshee’s lap. Shee was bitching about a girl he’d been seeing and thinking of taking to the next level. Except she’d started playing mind games. On hearing those games, I told Shee firmly to get shot of her ass. Shee nodded, already knowing what I was going to say. My boys didn’t need women like that in their life.
A few minutes later, I shifted again and snuggled into Bearbear. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he tucked me up into his big body hooking my legs over his. Contented, I sighed and listened to the guys talk over my head. Six weeks had passed since we’d last seen each other, a long time as usually we saw each other at least once a fortnight.
Not a day passed when one of them didn’t text or give me a quick call. We were in constant contact. We encouraged communication on both sides, they doted on my kids and were Uncles to them. Hellfire only had one old lady Tatiana. Big Al and Tatiana weren’t here tonight for whatever reason.
Drake, as I learnt what his name was, leaned over to Chance and said something nodding his head in my direction. Chance looked over and gave me a chin lift and turned his attention back to Drake. I could see his cousin was confused and angry. After a few more minutes my stomach rumbled and Bear on hearing that, shouted across to Chance I needed feeding.
This commenced a round of food orders for Chinese and I reached for my purse and Bear slapped my hand. I glared, snagged his beard and then grinned when he did. No one could resist Bears grin.
“Out of line Bearbear.” I told the man who squeezed me tight. God, I loved this man so much, my gentle giant.
“Don’t push it Phoe, you don’t pay.” Bear rumbled, I snuggled into his chest, loving that rumble.
“I will one day.”
“Nope. You pay when we come to your place. You don’t pay when out with us.” Bear told me. I sighed this was a longstanding argument. They knew I’d money, I spoilt them every Christmas and birthday. The brothers had their pride, I didn’t pay when I went out with them, and that was final.
I rose to my feet needing to use the facilities and when I was walking back to the common room, I found the way blocked. I stared into frigid blue eyes and a cruel smile and bit my lip.
“Mighty friendly ain’t ya?” One of the Rage brothers grinned. With a peek at his cut, I saw a Prospect patch.
“They’re my club. Get out of the way prospect.” I said, trying to get past. Instead, the prospect began walking into my space and I backed away and hit a wall.
“Nice ass, nice tits, bet that pussy is tight and wet, wanna share what you’re giving out?”
“Back away.” I snapped fear in my eyes and clogging my throat. The prospect raised a finger and traced my throat and I swallowed hard. He began trailing it downwards to my boobs. I pushed ineffectively letting out a wordless sound of fear as his hand clasped around my breast.
Seconds later he was ripped from me and the sound of fists hitting flesh reached through my fear. I looked up into Tiny’s face as his arms wrapped around me. Tiny tried pulling my head against his chest and I fought him. Chance had the guy up against the wall and was ramming his fist into the guy’s face.
“Chance!” I screamed, clinging to Tiny’s cut.
“She’s Hellfire!” Chance roared. Idly, panic-stricken I wondered whether I should get that tattooed on my head. Chance’s fist slammed into the guy again and he let him go. Furious green eyes turned in my direction and I screamed as the guy ran at Chance and slammed a shoulder into him and took Chance to the ground. Chance rolled him over and fists and blood flew.
“Bearbear!” I cried out. Bear instantly appeared and lifted me into his arms. I burrowed into him trying to block the sounds of the fight. It was eerie. Neither club said a word, the only sounds were fists hitting flesh and pained grunts. I began humming to myself and suddenly I was on my feet staring into furious green eyes.
Chance checked me over and I raised a hand to touch his split lip. There was a red mark on his cheek and tears welled in my eyes. He squeezed me and turned us to face his cousin. Chance gathered me up and wrapped his arms around my shoulder and waist.
“Get rid of that piece of shit.” He snapped at Drake who stiffened. Shit, this could be trouble. No MC President should give orders to another.
“Plug’s a Rage prospect.” Although Drake’s tone said he didn’t think much of his prospect.
“Keep him, lose us.” Drake struggled with the order, clearly Drake didn’t appreciate being given demands by Chance. Drake gave a head tilt to one of his brothers. The older Native American picked up the barely conscious prospect and dragged him out.
“Strip his cut, he hasn’t earned it. Planned to strip Plug tomorrow, a few hours makes no diffe
rence.” Drake gave another order.
“Fucked up one time too many, Plug. Lazy ass, boozing, piece of shit. Never learned no matter what chances we gave ya.” Someone said, but I wasn’t listening. I was concentrating on controlling my fear and terror. Deep breathing, I realised Chance knew I was struggling, as he held me tight and could sense the tremors running through my body.
“Pussy.” Drake said, curtly. I didn’t get what he meant but Chance did.
“Phoe ain’t pussy.” Chance snarled.
“No pussy is worth a brother. Not even if that pussy is golden and comes with money.” Drake forced the issue, pure anger in his eyes as he looked at me.
“Phoe ain’t pussy.” Chance repeated.
“Wanna tell me what she is ‘cause woman’s been in and out of laps and not one man claimin’ her. Woman’s spreading for your club can’t blame mine for wanting a piece. Fuck brother, you just threatened Rage, your brothers, over a fuckin’ piece of pussy. Rage and Hellfire are kin! Throw that away for fuckin’ pussy!” Drake roared beyond angry.
“Open your eyes, cousin.” Chance snarled at him.
“Wide open.” Drake shot back. Now that could have two meanings. I genuinely didn’t like him.
“No man claims her ‘cause she belongs to Hellfire. Phoe’s fuckin’ Hellfire.” Chance stressed leaning both of us forward. Drake frowned.
“My piece of shit prospect got laid out for a pussy that shares with everyone.” Okay I really, really didn’t like Drake.
“She’s fuckin’ Hellfire.” Chance snapped back, expecting Drake to catch on and getting more and more angry that Drake didn’t get what he was saying.
“So fuckin’ what? We’ve shared pussy before between the clubs. If no brother claims her, no one can blame Rage for thinkin’ it’s free.”
“She’s fuckin’ Hellfire!” Chance yelled, I pressed back against him.
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